“You like making deals, right?” John said, his expression steely. “Lend me your strength, and you can have my arm.” Amused, Farroutef smiled like a shark that had just smelled the scent of blood. “You are right, I do love making deals. And I love making these sorts of deals the most. You trade me your mental strength, and what sort of strength do you want in return?” “I want your physical strength and endurance,” John said. “Fine! Our deal is made. A pleasure, John.”
